Bm                              G
Remember how it all began, the apple and the fall of man
     D                     A
The price we paid,so the people say
Bm                               G
Down a path of shame it lead us, dared to bite the hand that fed us
    D                         A                                   Bm
The fairy tale. The moral end. The wheel of fortune never turns again 
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==CHORUS==
Bm  G   D   Bm (x2)
(Never turns again)
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==VERSE==
     Bm                                   G
The worst of it has come and gone in the chaos of millennium
      D                   A
In the falling out of the doomsday crowd
     Bm                              A  G
Their last retreat is moving slow, they burn their bridges as they go
     D                                   A                     Bm
The heretic is beatified, he'll teach the harlot's child to smile 
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==CHORUS==
Bm  G   D   Bm (x2)
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==VERSE==
Bm                            G       
Wracked again by indecision, should we make that small incision
D                        A
Testify to the bleeding heart inside? 
   Bm                                          G
We cut, we scratched, we rent, we slashed and when he opened up at last
        D                               A          
Found a cul-de-sac deep and black of smoke and ash
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==CHORUS==
Bm  G   D   Bm (x2)
(Deep and black, smoke and ash)
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==VERSE== 
Bm                                   G
The wicked king of parody is kissing all his enemies
        D                  A
On the seventh day of the seventh week
    Bm                                 G
The tyrant's voice is softer now, but just for one forgiving hour
   D                  A
Before the rise of his iron fist again 
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==CHORUS==
Bm  G   D   Bm (x2)
(Fist again)
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==INSTRUMENTAL BRIDGE==
F#m   D   F#m   D   F#m   D   A
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==VERSE==
     Bm                                  G
I've come tonight, I've come to know the way we are the way we'll go
       D                               A
Come to measure this the width of the wide abyss 
   Bm                                  G
I come to you in restless sleep where all your dreams turn bitter-sweet
     D                             A
With voodoo doll philosophies and day-glo holy trinities 
      Bm                                G
The crooked raft that leaves the shore ferries drunken souls aboard
D                               A
Pilgrims march to Compestela visions of their saint in yellow 
  Bm                        G
All follow deep in trance, lost in a catatonic dance
D                                A                     F#m       D
Know no future, damn the past, blind, warm, ecstatic, safe at last...
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==OUTRO==
F#m   D   (X8)